After 24 hours of travel, we finally arrived in Antigua, a nearly 500 year-old town of pastel colors, colonial Spanish history, and the most picturesque courtyard cafés I’ve ever seen.
A twist of luck landed us in Antigua during the two-day Festival de Las Flores, and the streets were packed with locals. Flowers bouquets of every size, shape, and color lined the window sills of cafés while elegantly-dressed ladies and their dudes deftly hopped over the uneven cobblestone streets.
Waking the next day far earlier than I had wanted, I grabbed the camera and headed off to shoot photos of the town’s varied colored buildings. In Antigua, there are so many nooks and crannies within these old walls – perfect opportunities for photography.
In these hidden courtyards, you can enjoy dishes with fried plantains, sweet and smooth butter, spicy chili sauces oh, perfectly salted beans, and warm handmade corn tortillas with queso fresco, similar to mozzarella or Oaxacan cheese
A slow morning of wandering and brekking (eating breakfast) is sublime anytime but especially after a long day on the road.
More shenanigans (and very early mornings) await for Jerry and me in Antigua, as we plan treks up the nearby towering volcanoes.